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The Making of Grace

drops of rain through leafy fronds
falling on her nose as she slept
on a reed mat under the mosquito nets
she dreamed of homes without leaky roofs

standing alone, tears cascading down her face
the school bullies just stamped on her lunch
it was just rice and a fried fish
she swore against hunger and poverty

her father lashed her with his belt
for staying late studying in the library
whore staying back in school with boys
the whippings and kicking strengthen her

enrolling in martial arts for protection
father kicked her senseless for tight clothes
she bounced around defenseless in silence
that night she packed and walked away

fifteen washing dishes for food
washing other people's laundry
sleeping on boxes spread together
she swore she would get an education

fast-forward and she was a radio deejay
spoke against sadness and loneliness
played songs by Black Sabbath
a lot of Guns and Roses, some ethnics

fell in love, battered, lost that love
cheated on, cheated with, hung up, hung over
father went to glory, she saw his grave
felt nothing at all just sadness

she learned forgiveness not forgetfulness
she knew kindness, goodness and love
she gave them back to those needy ones
who thrive in darkness as victims

she doesn't have a leaky roof
she has a mattress to sleep on
she has food three times a day
she is thankful for those everyday

thats the making of Grace
the dreamer who wishes for all things good
who hopes for all to be kind and loving
for she went through hatred and revulsion

The making of Grace who went through
agony despair disappointment victimisation
a child of pain, born of pain, uncared for alone
but now she loves all thats good and fair

Thank you Grace for this honest entry! Well done ")

Zazzles said:Thank you Grace for this honest entry! Well done ")
The pleasure was all mine, Zazzles.

im just a broken toy
sitting on your shelf
lost and forgotten through time
how many of you have left me?
how many of you never bothered to care
after it became inconvenient?
when i was three months old
biodad left
he didnt want me
when i was six years old
daddy left me
he couldnt see me
when i was 12 years old
mum left me
she loved a man
when i was 14 years old
nezumi left me
for his abusive boyfriend
again when i was 14 years old
chris left me
without so much as a goodbye
same with wai
when i was 15
i was made to leave my home
i was to toxic to them
fights and unrest and depression i caused
now i am 16
and my boyfriend just left
i loved him more than my own life
i still love him more than i can say
but hes not my treasure boy anymore
and im not his bug
only one person has never left
my fantastic best friend locked the door behind her
and threw away the key
checked in for good
into this decrepit old hotel
so when asked what made me who i am today
i reply with simply
the people ive loved and the people ive lost

An unwanted child, always forgotten
born as a shadow, invisible ,unseen
and dreaming what might have been
Living in a cold dark world of lies
where no one ever hears your cries
living a life where reality was denied
as we all put a happy face and smiled
when me and her were bruised outside
shattered and broken, tormented inside
while the monster destroyed our lives
and he looked at us with blind eyes
so i fell silent and made myself hide
a ghost, invisible and with no pride
but i started to dream again and hope
struggling to try to find a way to cope

i had not even reached my teens yet
when a new abuse started to threat
i saw the lustful looks of men stare
never knowing what they do dare
at fifteen i met my first love instead
a love that was only my head
i was used, rejected and heart broken
only to find my identity stolen
by the monster who still haunts me
she, from whom i can never be free
At seventeen i think i looked good
i was really wanted, and they took
even when i did not want to give
and after i did not want to live

i found my first love again
claiming he was not the same
and dream on and on i did
his dark secrets he always hid
i felt i had found in a way happiness
but still my life was a mess
the monster was now jealous
and somehow hate is contagious
chronic illnesses fell on me
some hidden so no one could see
what i now had to feel physically
then death visited those close by
and i wished i was the one to die

Ten years later, nowadays
things changed in some ways
i finally had my revenge too
i cheated, and hurt quite a few
the monster is at a distance now
waiting to strike, but when? how?
the hole in my soul never healed
i found new ways to be pained
new reasons for which to be blamed
when death visited, close he remained

And so I dream to pass the days over and over again
The ghost is now gone but the shadow will always remain

littlePrince  Thank you for your entry nicely said ")

nymphetaminegirl thanks for your entry, good luck ")

She sits alone waiting
for something she knows not,
While holding on to the memories
of a life that love forgot.

Time it just passes by
the world it moves on,
She thinks of all the dreams she had
now most of them are gone.

She wonders how its gone this far
where did she go wrong,
Or is this how it was meant to be
her destiny all along.

A single tear wets her eye
she quickly wipes it away,
And begins once again to prepare herself
to face another day.

Thank you for your entry Victorian ")

unholyunicorn,  Thank you for your entry ")

KEY AND SUCH

If you want
a codex... some mapped book.
Some decoder ring.
If you
want to know where I'ma stopped.

It's his chest going up and down
in that beat up
hospital room
in Upstate,
room dolled up in faded yellow linoleum,
every day
every night
I'm sitting there,
holding the claw that was his hand.

There's this hissing
sound, machines....

and in the hall, passing the doorway,
these muttering, half-mad men,
lobes being consumed by cancer,

guided by bitter nurses,
slippers going slap slap slap,
heels going clap clap clap.

casting hunched, Nosferatu shadows.

He and I are in a bubble,
I'm muttering magic, making it go up,
go up
each time it drops.
It's a beggars chant,
some low monotonic moaning,
making it go up again,
in that room
where the clock has stopped.

There's always
a last whistle
as the magics fails me.

And everything becomes this faded yellow.

WriterMoe, Thanks for your entry ")

I shall start at the end, the end of time travel.
Gripping the handle of Mercurion, I found myself face to face
with my embittered arch nemesis-- the mighty Shanq Nu of the Dambanoki
Tribe. A clan of ferocious heart-eaters that deal only in blood, only
in war. Diplomacy is not on their menu. Their ancestors were
ancient vampires, now extinct because of the Great Hunt led by
our hero Brolux the Brave Wind, uncle of my twice great-grandfather,
Holux The Hindsight. Brolux torched their dark dwellings,
and decapitated all their kin, laying waste to their legacy. But who
knew that their demise only spawned greater evil to terrorize our
peace, which lasted for two and half centraens.

This history haunts my lineage. I will to live up to the feats of my
fore-fathers. Cowards die with shame, ostracized and banished from the
sight of Amourdom, my beloved homeland. I am Bonabris The Cusp Of Clarity,
and I have been a warrior wielding the great Mercurion, battle Sword of
Serenity, for thirty naught nock years. I am seasoned in Maquin hand to hand
combat, disciplined in the sorcerey arts of stealth magick known as Phantix
Spa, and educated in the spirit land tongue of Ech Neth Kru, difficult to
speak but it manifests the Nature of our land to aid us in quests and battle.
I am Bonabris, and I fight to live. I wield the fearsome Mercurion, and it
fights to keep me alive.

Softly spiraling back to my present day life here in America of the 21st
century, I am articulating my thoughts coherently on to this page and
other blank canvases. As my mind breaks contact with my future lives,
I feel the pangs of nostalgia leaving the burning crystals embedded in
my blood. Casted from the stars, I rise and fall with the Moon, and it
is through her Goddess's influence and care that I am here. Now on
Earth. Extrapolating the hidden keys and codes to return once again to--
Amourdom.

May Heaven help the wayward.